There was a tender lump on my noggin when I woke up this morning.
In the middle of the night I remember being startled awake during a strange dream about buying income trusts and BCE stock. In the dream, I was standing in the middle of the TSX trading floor, yelling "Sell it you fool - this thing has no legs! Sell, SELL!"
That makes me sound like a geek, doesn't it?
Anyway, I woke up with a racing heart and a full bladder so I stumbled in the dark towards the bathroom. And WHAAACKK. I missed the bathroom door by at least five feet and walked headfirst into the wall.
The thump was so loud it woke up my fella.
"Did we win?" he mumbled. Then he realized what happened. "You okay?"
I dream a lot, but rarely wake up My Fella with my dreams. It's usually the other way around. He must dream in colour because they are so real to him. And he's a very physical sleeper which means I usually end up with a bruise.
A few mornings ago I found a big purply-tinged hand print on my leg. My Fella had a dream where he was breaking open a heavy lock. He had fallen asleep with his hand on my leg, so my leg was 'the lock'. I still have that bruise.
One night he fell asleep thinking we were playing tennis and he whacked me in the head while trying to serve an ace. He said he could actually hear the crowd cheering him on.
He's elbowed me in the back while teeing off during golf dreams. He's fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around me and then dreamed about climbing trees. That resulted in a knee to my ribs.
And a few months ago he nearly body-checked me off the bed during a dream where he was a winger for the Colorado Avalanche. There was no scoring that night, I'll tell you that right now.
And then there's his sleep talking. He's done this ever since I've known him. Here's a sample of what suddenly comes out of his mouth at 3 o'clock in the morning.
"You said this was chicken. This isn't chicken - I KNOW what chicken tastes like. You don't know nothing about chicken." Snort, snort. Heavy breathing, then asleep again.
"Blahblahblah". Gargle, clears throat. "Honey, you gotta move your car - I'm painting the driveway."
Not sure what he was dreaming about when he woke me up mumbling this: "You can't do that in here. We don't have enough cheese. I said feta. Feta. Grab the feta!"
And sometimes he'll sleep talk in Spanish. "Tu eres muy bonita..." (That one I like - it means you are very beautiful. That's the first thing I taught him to say in Spanish :)
There's no real point to this post, I just wish he could sleep a little more peacefully.
Like these guys.
